Desperados Waiting For The Train - Jerry Jeff Walker

I played the Red River Valley\nHe’d sit in the kitchen and cry\nRun his fingers through seventy years of livin'\n«I wonder, Lord, has every well I’ve drilled gone dry?»\nWe were friends, me and this old man\nLike desperados waitin' for a train\nDesperados waitin' for a train\nHe’s a drifter, a driller of oil wells\nHe’s an old school man of the world\nTaught me how to drive his car when he was too drunk to\nAnd he’d wink and give me money for the girls\nAnd our lives were like, some old Western movie\nLike desperados waitin' for a train\nLike desperados waitin' for a train\nFrom the time that I could walk he’d take me with him\nTo a bar called the Green Frog Cafe\nThere was old men with beer guts and dominoes\nLying 'bout their lives while they played\nI was just a kid, they all called me «Sidekick»\nJust like desperados waitin' for a train\nLike desperados waitin' for a train\nOne day I looked up and he’s pushin' eighty\nHe’s got brown tobacco stains all down his chin\nTo me he was a hero of this country\nSo why’s he all dressed up like them old men\nDrinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two\nLike desperados waitin' for a train\nDesperados waitin' for a train\nThe day before he died I went to see him\nI was grown and he was almost gone.\nSo we closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen\nAnd sang one more verse to that old song\nCome on, Jack, that son-of-a-bitch is comin'\nDesperados waitin' for a train\nDesperados waitin' for a train.